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Friday, September 27
A good day
It is still a good day
even now, the sky
and its clear blue chill
sparkling in the sun,
turning leaves orange.
The universe and its
motions are enormous;
my joys and sorrows
composing but a corner,
barely enough to shade
or illuminate even me.
September 2019
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